Ronald Gets His

Well folks, at the direction of a friend we have exhibit A:









Reminds me of a time growing up in small town Kentucky. Not much in the little two stoplight community but a McDonalds, and a bunch of rowdy kids with no direction and nothing better to do than sit in a field and drink. One summer, said McD's featured a GIANT inflatable Ronald McDonald on the roof. Same summer saw all of the afore mentioned rowdy kids spending entirely too much time in fields with campfires and cheap liquor. I vividly remember piling no less than 8 people into a Ford Ranger at eleven-o-clock to satisfy the munchies, and refresh the stocks of firewater.
Those SOB's at McDonalds decided to close at 10:30!! WTF?!? What on earth gave them the right? We were drunk, hungry, hot, and our buddy just took a massive shit on my 4-wheeler. Nothing was going to fix this except a small truck full of $0.57 cheeseburgers, and now our only viable option for vittles was closed.
Revenge. Vendetta. Payback.... It had to be that redhead on the roof's fault. He just sat there looking at us with that shit-eating grin.
It had to be silent, but effective... Crossbow..
I had a crappy old crossbow sitting in my closet that hadn't been touched in two or three years, but I had the plan. We drive back to the farm, get the weapon, and head out.
We figured that driving by and flinging arrows through his head would have Mr. McDonald laying over the front of the building by the time the breakfast crew got there. So, we did it. I'm not saying who, but someone drove by six times, and six arrows connected squarely in Ronald's eight foot head. But nothing happened. Those McDonalds corporate suits had obviously planned for this contingency, and Ronald was being constantly fed from below with the exhaust from the A/C. You can imagine the dejection...
So, we loaded up the rodeo aficionados in the same truck, drove down the road, and they roped us a goat out of someone's field. We ate well that night despite the corporate man trying to keep us down.